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portlandrowismyhome · 11 months

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Borrowed Time: Chapter One

A little fanfic I got suckered into writing by @the-biscuit-agreement ‘s incredible prompt. Huge thanks to @lemonsharks and @oceanspray5 ‘s additional ideas.

This is that Lockwood and co serial killer prompt…

Tag list (or interest list for those who showed interest in the prompt. If you aren’t interested in the fic no worries): (also my Lockwood friends in general): @neewtmas @givemea-dam-break @thedonutdeliverygirl @ikeasupremacy @wellgoslowly @edmundlockwood @narnianweirdos @tangledinlove @so-true-jestie @oblivious-idiot @paysomeonetopaysomeone @peachesanddandelions @myownpainintheass @sadwinistic @almostlikequake @saelterlude @fandomscraziness22 @everythingwillend @uku-lelevillain @atlabeth @carlyleons @smol-being-of-light @losticaruss @superpositvecloudshipper @totally-not-an-npc @paranorahjones @malteevars-kee-devi @teaandtoastandthyme @jesslockwood @krash-and-co @lucy-j-carlyle

Please note this is a sideblog and all replies will come from @waitingforthesunrise

This takes place four months after The Hollow Boy: Lucy is an independent agent who starts investigating the wrong case, and Lockwood has always been living on borrowed time…

Warnings: mild language, general pain, angst, suggested injury, death, car accident, hint at torture, threats, hurt/very little comfort (yet). I’m so sorry, guys…

“Miss Carlyle.” Inspector Barnes sighed, flipping over the newspapers strewn across his desk. “Trust me. This is a case to let go.”

“What cases do we let go, Inspector?” Lucy leaned forward. “We’re agents. Getting to the bottoms of things is what we do.”

“And DEPRAC’s job is to make sure that’s the only thing you go to the bottom of,” Barnes said. “Miss Caryle, you have almost no evidence. You have no team. You certainly have no proof. There’s nothing here, and frankly this will only cause you danger I’m unable to help you with.”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” Lucy snapped. “You called me here.”

Barnes rubbed a hand across his jaw. Lucy stared stubbornly at his desk. They were sitting in his office; well-lit, clean, and smelling strongly of chemical cleaner. Lucy clenched her jaw, determined not to lose the silent battle. She was so tired — Barnes had called her and left no choice but to return to his office immediately after work. And now she was sitting here in front of his desk, wasting time…she could be eating breakfast, or in a warm shower…the hot water cascading over her tired shoulders….

But the water was shut off due to a leak at her apartment, and there would be now arm breakfast or inviting smells awaiting her. Only crusty dishes and a sulking skull.

It had been four months since Lucy had left Portland Row.

Barnes cleared his throat. “Let me make sure I understand. You first took the case from a Miss Helen Younge, correct?”

Lucy nodded. Miss Younge had been young no longer when they had met; the whispery, frail old lady worked at the take-out shop where Lucy often bought doughnuts. Miss Younge often showed Lucy pictures of her cats, but that had been the extent of their interactions until the day the old woman had seized Lucy’s wrist over the cash register and whispered, you’re an agent, aren’t you? Oh, I’m in such trouble…

Barnes studied a notebook. “She offered to pay you?”

“Of course. I am an independent agent. But it was more…”

“A favor?”

Lucy nodded. “She’s an old woman working at a bakeshop, Inspector. She could never pay for a Fittes or Rotwell team.” She didn’t bother to hide the bitterness in her voice; who knew how many nights Miss Younge and others like her had spent, anxious and afraid of things they were unable to see, knowing an inspection alone would cost them precious food?

If Barnes noticed it, he didn’t let on. “Surely you didn’t inspect the property at night?” He squinted at the paper. “An apartment building, nonetheless.”

“Of course not. I did it in daylight. But…” Lucy hesitated. “I thought it would be just a weak Type One, an old person’s death or something, but…”

“Yes?”

“There was a strange whispering.”

“Miss Carlyle, you are a Listener, and sources do have a habit —“

“I found the Source, sir. It was just a simple Type One and gave almost no trouble. But I don’t think it’s the only ghost there. There’s something else, maybe more than just one.”

Lucy paused, remembering the sticky brush of a spiderweb against her face, the quick rush of cool air, the sudden suspension of time.

“It says here,” Barnes said, “you ‘found yourself stuck in a time-loop.’ You have no idea when it could be from, or what it’s stemming from. You’re convinced it’s connected to the Type One, but that it’s not the cause.”

“Exactly.” Lucy eagerly leaned forward. “The voice, it kept saying the same thing, over and over—”

“— help me, I’m dying, he took care of you, so now you’ll kill me too,” Barnes finished in a bored tone. “Very concise for a ghost.”

Lucy brushed off his skepticism. “Of course there was more, that’s just what was clear — Inspector, this ghost was murdered. Maybe Miss Younge’s Type One, too.”

“Wouldn’t it have been a bit stronger, then?”

“Not if it was a miserable, elderly person living alone in an apartment complex with a cat and a bottle of pain pills. Those are a dime a dozen, Inspector. The person might not even know they were murdered. Not until it was too late.”

Barnes groaned. “You have the Source, don’t you.”

“Not on me,” said Lucy. She did. It was in her knapsack, securely sealed in iro; a small, initialed pocketknife.

“Miss Carlyle—”

Lucy hurriedly shuffled through her knapsack, and held out a stack of papers. “Look, Inspector, I found these in the library — it’s a murder case, I’m sure, I think this might lead to the victim, an unnamed body — the Source gets clearer every time I listen to it—”

“Miss Carlyle!” Barnes brought his hand down on the table. “I don’t have time for this. DEPRAC can’t keep you off the case, but consider this a warning. Whatever happens after this is on you. And —“

The door banged open. Lucy looked up to see an ashen-faced assistant gabbling into a hand-held receiver.

“Sir!” The assistant said. “Sir, it’s urgent…there’s been an accident outside, a body…”

Barnes jumped to his feet and hurried out the door, and Lucy, after hesitating for a moment, followed.

Clouds were gathering in the sky overhead; the air smelled like rain. A cool breeze tugged at Lucy’s hair as she hurried down the steps after Inspector Barnes and towards the knot of people gathered near the road.

“They said it was a green van,” the assistant said. “Just barreled through and drove off…”

Voices rose excitedly from the gawking group. “Came right out of nowhere, he did…just slammed into the poor thing…never had a chance….”

“DEPRAC Inspector!” Barnes roared. “Stand back!”

The crowd drew apart, and Lucy had a clear view of the blood streaked face staring empty-eyed at the sky.

It was Miss Younge.

There was a blur of ambulances and shouting and the passerby offering eager comments. Lucy couldn’t look away from the sightless eyes and crumpled cardigan of the old woman. Her head pounded; it couldn’t be real, couldn’t be happening. Miss Younge had given her a sandwich only that morning! The blood spattered across the pavement…

Barnes tried to steer her towards the steps, but she caught his sleeve.

“Miss Carlyle —“

“Inspector.” Her voice was ragged even in her own ears. “Don’t you see? Don’t you understand? This is proof! She must have been coming here to tell me something, she must have found something out! She was murdered, I —“

“Lucy,” Barnes said gently. “There’s been an accident. I understand you’re distraught. Go home, get some sleep.”

“Don’t you get it? This isn’t an accident, this is murder!”

Barnes glanced at the crowd, the assistant waiting nervously, the flashing lights of the screeching ambulance. “This was an accident, Miss Caryle. You’re conjecturing —“

“No!” Lucy stumbled back. “No, it wasn’t.”

An official approached, holding a clipboard. “Inspector, if you’d step this way…”

Barnes looks down at the paper, and when he looked up, Lucy Caryle was gone.

He swore under his breath.

Lucy paused in front of Miss Younge’s apartment building, breathless. She had run all the way from DEPRAC headquarters, rapier digging mercilessly into her hip, stopping only at her apartment to retrieve the skull. Lucy would rather have died on a bed of hot coals than admit it out loud, but she felt safer with it at her side. She bent over, gasping.

The skull groaned from inside her knapsack. “You know, I said that all that greasy food would slow you down. But did you listen? No, of course not. Why listen to your friends? Oh wait…” It cackled. “You only have one!”

“Shut up,” Lucy said abruptly. She was digging in her pockets for the key Miss Younge had given her. The key she had been going to return today….

But there was no time for that. She needed to focus, keep her mind clear. Find any clues before DEPRAC took over. She bounded up the stairs, skull complaining loudly in her ear. Hurry, hurry, hurry…

The door was unlocked.

Lucy tapped it hesitantly and it creaked slowly open.

“Put me down!” The skull complained. “I can’t see a thing!”

Lucy slid the jar out of the bag and set it in the corner. The room was dark and musty; a few half-empty bookshelves, a stained quilt covered the sagging bed…and that strange muttering whisper in her ear sending shivers up her skin…

Something warm and furry brushed against her leg and she almost jumped out of her skin.

“Skull! You could have warned me.”

“Oh, because that’s my job now? You haven’t even apologized for this morning, and you expect me to hand out my exceptional services for free? Besides, it’s only a cat.”

The orange cat meowed hesitantly, and Lucy bent down to brush its back.

“God, no,” the skull said. “Lucy…I see what you’re thinking, Lucy, and the answer is no!”

“We have to take it.” Lucy straightened up and began to examine the dusty bookshelves. “Miss Younge won’t be coming back.”

“It’s a cat. Cats live like the little demons they are. ARGH! It’s coming closer, Lucy, make it stop, it’s so ugly…”

A sharp riiiing cut through the skull’s moans. Lucy jumped, glancing at the phone. Just a call. Probably some elderly friend, looking for a chat. And she’d have to tell them…

She picked up the receiver. “Hello, I—“

“Hello, Lucy Carlyle.” The voice was smooth; slippery, sharp, and entirely unfamiliar. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you. Might I add how beautiful you look this morning?”

Lucy froze. “Who is this?”

“A businessman. Looking for a deal.”

Lucy shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. “I’m sorry, but this isn’t my number.”

“Oh, no. It’s your location. But why leave a message when I can reach you like this? I knew you’d come for the cat, anyway.”

The sounds of the skull arguing faded away. “What did you say?”

“Look, darling. You’ve had a good run. A good case. Why, if you go home now, you’ll even find a little payment on the doorstep.”

“A payment for what?”

“Dropping the case, of course.” The voice was like silk. “And never speaking about it to DEPRAC again. We wouldn’t want to bother our silly little head about it, would we?”

“I’m not dropping the case!”

“Oh?”

Lucy scrambled for time, a cold weight in the pit of her stomach. “So you know something? Miss Younge was murdered?”

“Oh, Miss Younge.” The man made a disgusted noise. “She was small and unimportant.”

“The Type One, then?”

“No, my dear. This is about Lockwood.”

Four months. Four months. And her world still reeled at the sound of his name.

Lucy swallowed. “What does Lockwood have to do with this?”

“What doesn’t he have to do with this is a better question. Everything about you traces back to him eventually, doesn’t it? But it’s simple: you bury the case or I bury the boy. After I’ve had some fun, of course…And come on, Lucy. We both know catching him wouldn’t be the hard part.”

“I—”

“You need to drop this while I still have the restraint for it. Think how hard it will be for me to stop after I’ve heard him beg like you have. The boy’s practically screaming for someone to end his misery already, and trust me — when I’m done, he will be. And I’m sure you saw that last case put him in the hospital for three days…No, our Locky’s been looking for death a long time…”

Lucy’s ears were ringing, her nose full of the heavy must of dust and cat. “I—“

“Good day, darling,” the voice said, and hung up.

Lucy clenched the receiver, staring at the faded wallpaper. Her knees were shaking. God, he was right. That hospital visit. A broken leg. She had scanned the papers every day for news of Lockwood, hoping she wouldn’t find a death announcement, hating herself for it every time…

The skull was making horrific faces at the cat, which was inching closer. The skull yelped as Lucy swept it into the bag and bundled the cat in her arms.

“What kind of treatment is this, huh? And we’re going home, I hope…”

“We’re going to find Lockwood,” Lucy said briefly. “Before it’s too late.”

Lucy didn’t bother with the bell or the iron line. She threw herself at the door, hammering at the wood, a horrific panic clutching her heart. The voice had seemed so sure, so certain. She had imagined her re-entry to Portland Row many times; in one particularly gratifying scenario, Lockwood had been on his knees begging her, the hugely successful businesswomen, to save his beloved house. And now it was her begging for entry…she kicked the thoughts aside and hit the door with her foot.

The door swung open unexpectedly and she fell into the dark hallway. George was staring at her, eyes round from behind his glasses, a rapier in his hand.

“Lucy?” He said blankly.

“George,” Lucy gasped, the cat leaping from her arms. She brushed her hair back with a sweaty palm. “Is Lockwood here? Hurry, please, I need to see him!!”

Holly appeared over George’s shoulder, wrapped in an elegant coat. “Oh, it’s Lucy! And she’s brought us a cat!”

“Please!” Lucy pushed past them towards the library. “Where is he? Lockwood!”

“Oh, Lucy,” Holly whispered.

Lucy paused, the quiet house settling over her like a heavy weight. For the first time she noticed George and Holly’s coats and hats, rapiers strapped to their waists.

“We were just going to find you,” said Holly.

Lucy swallowed. “I..”

George heaved a sigh. “Lucy, Lockwood’s been missing for two days.”

The world was spinning again.

Lucy felt a hand on her elbow, and Holly guided her into a chair. “Hurry, George, put on some tea, she’s probably frozen…oh, I’m so sorry…”

George made a disgruntled noise. “She still hasn’t said what she’s doing here.”

“I got a phone call,” Lucy said numbly. “About Lockwood. There’s this case — it was a warning, and I …Oh, my word.”

Holly set down a mug. “We were just going to look for you. We thought, maybe…”

“He wasn’t with me,” Lucy said.

They all jumped at the shrill ring of the phone. The sound sliced through Lucy with a cold recognition. She rose.

“I’m alright, Holly, really. I — I need to answer that call.”

“You don’t even work here!” George said, following her into the hall. “It’s not your job!”

“You never answered them even when it was your job,” she shot back. “And this one will be for me.”

The receiver was cool in her hands. She stared at the dark bookshelves, breathing in the familiar smell of Portland Row. “Hello?”

Silence.

Hope filled her. Maybe it was just a wrong number — a grocery order —

“Hello, darling,” the voice said, a soft chuckle hiding in it’s voice. “What a pleasure to hear your voice again.”

“Wish I could say the same for you.”

“My, my. Sass this early in the day? Did your little pals miss you?”

She gripped the receiver. “Where is he?”

“Where is he? But you’ve guessed that, haven’t you, Lucy Caryle? Best Listener in London. Head like that on your shoulders. You know where he is.”

“I swear if you’ve hurt him,” she whispered. “It will be the last thing you ever do, do you hear me? I swear—“

“Oh, Lucy,” the voice crooned. “If I hurt him? You should be begging me for a little mercy.” He sighed. “What would you have guessed? DEPRAC arrived at the apartment only five minutes after you and started a Source sweep with a double team. Your Mister Barnes trusted you a little more than you thought. But that’s besides the point…”

“I don’t know you have him,” Lucy said. Geroge’s worried face loomed in her vision, Holly right behind him, hands clasped under her chin. “You could be lying.”

“I could.” The voice hummed lightly. “How would you like me to prove it to you? His voice saying your name? A handkerchief?”

Her stomach clenched. “A recording. A piece of fabric. Could have gotten them anywhere.”

“True,” it mused. “What about a finger? You’ve stared at his hands enough; you’d know them anywhere, wouldn’t you?”

“I—“

“Or his ring? The one you thought you might wear on your finger one day.” It chuckled. “Still time for that. At his funeral, maybe —“

“Where is he,” Lucy spat into the phone. “Where is he, you stupid bastard!?”

“Now, now,” the voice tsked. “I’m not cruel. Why don’t I just put him on the phone? Be a good girl and listen to his demands, now.”

Lucy’s stomach dropped at the familiar voice over the phone.

“Luce,” Lockwood said warmly. “It’s been a while!”

“My word, Lockwood,” she said faintly. It was him, really him; his voice and his nickname for her… “What are you doing?”

“A spot of business. Quite nice, really.”

She could hear the rough edges in his voice now, the little gasps on the end of his sentences, like the air was whistling through his lungs.

“Lockwood,I—”

“It’s so good to hear your voice again, Luce; you have no idea. Wish you could have popped round for some tea the other day, though. George made your favorite.”

“Lockwood!”

His voice was weary when he spoke again. “Yes, Luce?”

She turned away from the others. “What’s going on, Lockwood? They couldn’t find you — I was so worried — where are you? Where do I need to go? I’ll come and I’ll —“

“Not to worry,” Lockwood said cheerfully, but it sounded forced, as though he was saying it through clenched teeth. “I’ve got it all handled, Luce. Everything’s under control. You’re not running yourself to the ground over me, are you, Luce? Get some rest and take care, you hear me? And stay at Portland Row as long as you like. Oh, and tell Holly that I broke one of her pink teacups the other day. She can order a new set. My apologies.”

Lucy’s gaze rose to meet Holly’s horrified eyes. “Lockwood!” She spat, trying desperately to keep the panic from her voice. “Tell me where you are, I swear — dear God, Lockwood, this isn’t a joke—”

“Isn’t it? That reminds me: I heard a particularly good one the other day, I made a note to tell you…” Lockwood hissed sharply. “Ah. Oh, that’s better.” There was a sliding sound. “Just needed to sit down.”

“You’re hurt, aren’t you?” Lucy knew she was babbling. “Lockwood, please, please—”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s okay, Luce.” Lockwood’s voice was perfectly calm, with only a slight tremor to remind her they weren’t sitting across from each other at the breakfast table. “I promise.”

“No!” She gasped for breath. “No, you swore you would never lie to me again, Lockwood — you swore—”

“Lucy!” Lockwood chuckled, but inhaled sharply as though it pained him. “I’m taking care of a brief issue. It’s business as usual.”

“No, Lockwood, it’s not! Just tell me, please, please—”

“I’ve spent my life feeling like a weapon,” Lockwood said quietly, his voice echoing over the phone. “Always living on borrowed time. I never could tell if the weapon was pointed at myself or at others. But I’ll make damn sure it isn’t pointed at you.”

A ragged sob caught in Lucy’s throat. It wasn’t real. She’d wake up tomorrow, in her own bed, and Lockwood would still be an annoying prick who lived nearby, and she would have a chance to fix everything. It couldn’t end like this.

And here she was, already acting as though it was the end.

“No,” she whispered into the phone, her voice growing louder. “No! NO. DAMN YOU, LOCKWOOD, YOU ANNOYING BASTARD — JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO DIE, I WON’T LET YOU, I—“

“Listen to me, Lucy,” Lockwood said, his voice suddenly urgent. She broke off, sobbing for breath. His voice was quick and direct, like they were on a case together. “Take the Source. Listen exactly to what it says, and then tell Barnes. Okay? And then take it to the furnaces and burn it. Understood? You’ll be alright. Everything’s under control.”

“No,I—”

“One last thing,” said Lockwood, his voice shaking just a little. “Luce, I needed to say…there’s not much time, but I lov—”

There was a sharp beep, and the line went dead.

~ To be continued ~

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velvetwyrme · 2 months

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So Flipping Fate is my favorite Underfell Papyrus fic but what is your favorite UF! Papyrus fic?

AH 🥺❣️❣️ First off, thank you so much!! I'm glad you're enjoying Flipping Fate! :D!!!

Secondly, there's no need to apologize- my fav/s are definitely in the list you mentioned, but I'm more than happy to answer again here :]!! My favorite UF!Papyrus fic has GOTTA BE Thunderstruck. Absoluuuutely killer characterisation and development, delicious interactions and writing... I love it dearly 💖

Other notable fics (probably also in the list lololol) include; A Smile from the East and Roadside Attraction. ASftE made me fall in love with UF!Pap back in the old days of fandom, and Roadside Attraction made me adore him once again when I returned.

And since you asked so nicely, here are some more (sfw) UF!Pap/Reader recs that. also may or may not be in the list idk I didn't actually go back and check lol

Becoming Edge is a fic all about finding yourself and your identity through fashion and was instrumental in me doing the same. Really sweet!!! Pastel goth Edge... my beloved.

And speaking of pastel goth- My Soulmate is a Pastel Goth (And Other Concerns) is a enemies-to-friends-to-lovers fic with the added elements of Soulmates ✨! Love me some tempestuous soulmate fic. (Note: this fic also features Fem!Frisk as Sans' soulmate in the bg, so if you're not a fan, that's something to note ^^! Fr//ans isn't quite my thing, but tbh I'm really interested in seeing how things turn out for them here!)

Between a Rope and a Wrench, or; this skeleton is buying a lot of really weird, suspicious stuff but you will help him get it because it's your job and later because you're his friend. (Also, you choose his friendship over the possibility that you may become an accomplice in murder.)

Sound of Blooming... MAFIAFELL 💥💥!!!! It's been a bit since I read it but it's in ny bookmarks so... :3c!

A Home for Mending Souls is actually a UF!Bros/Reader, but it still counts. It's really good!! Healing from trauma! Soft moments! Slowly opening up to one another!

Till it Brews Over is a coffee shop AU where you purposefully misspell the name of your asshole regular, who just happens to be one edgy skeleton.

Also for additional fics that star UF!Pap that I enjoy/have enjoyed:

While I was looking for one of these fics it led me to realise that I STILL haven't read Fight Me! (by MsMk- not be confused with Fight Me! by Little_old_lady, which uses the same premise and is also really good, but it features FS!Sans instead of UF!Pap) Anyway, this is truly a travesty because they're a fantastic writer and I can only assume it got lost in my various open tabs >>"!! [Addition while drafting: I LOVE IT he's so sulky... I'm staring warily at the chapter count though. So much time for things to Go Wrong]

I actually really like UF!Pap in Bitty Hunt- his characterization is very much... reminiscent of that era of fic, but all the scenes with him in it are ones that have been seared into my brain !!

Another new-ish fic that I'm enjoying UF!Pap in is Honey Lemon Tea, which the summary succinctly describes it as "Papyrus finds his Grillby's... in the form of a very plain coffee shop.", and which I will less-succinctly describe it as "Anti-harem with a delightfully mysterious barista, with the obligatory awful gf"

Edit: I cannot figure out why for the life of me but the formatting looks REALLY weird on my end, but in the editor it's fine?? So if it looks weird/out of order to you please excuse this post, it seems to be some Tumblr Fuckery

#i WOULD have included 'Love? I Think Not.' purely for UF!Pap's characterisation but uhhhhhhhhh the fic (and series) is pretty much-#everything but UF!Pap/Reader lololol #i Do live for his relationship w/ Kei in that though. my little heart. i love thems.#anyway i excluded my ns//fw fic recs because uhhhhhhhhhhh this blog is meant to be Mostly sfw but if ur interested (and 18+) you can always #- hop over to my other blog and inquire there LMAO. i have tons #fic recs #doozis fic recs #underfell!papyrus #underfell papyrus #anon #inbox

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 8 months

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nina, jane, jeff and clockwork with a scene! s/o? :3

scene kids >>>

Also i feel like you picked some of the most perfect creeps for this prompt

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Nina

I feel like she would be a mix of scene and emo

Mostly scene though

So she adores having a scene s/o!

You borrow each other's hairspray and teasing combs and accessories, etc

She steals your shirts sometimes if it goes better with her outfit

She always returns it....

....after she covers it in her perfume

Hair dying dates are very much a thing!

Whether shes dying yours, youre dying hers, or maybe you both do each others!

Another common date is making kandi together

She's made you bracelets that say her name, say both of your names, and say silly things like "fart"

Someday, she wants to go on a concert date with you

The two of you, wearing matching outfits and partying all night long to the music

It makes her heart flutter!!

Speaking of things that make her heart flutter, she gets butterflies when she hears your clothes jingle

She doesn't quite know what it is about it, but she loves it so much

If you are someone who wants to get married, she constantly talks about how she's gonna get gerard way to play at your wedding

She also loves doing your makeup!!

Her favorite part is the lipstick

In her opinion, it brings the entire look together

Though, you'd look gorgeous no matter what

Jeff

This guy is an absolute metal head

But in his younger years, he was a emo kid

We're talking sode part, too many belts, a strange amount of mcr t-shirts, the list goes on and on

So when your relationship with him begins, he will most likely give you all of his old gear

You will have to wash most of it because lord knows this boy does not shower

Maybe if you asked nicely enough hed dress up again for you

But he would refuse to go out like that

He would like to go shopping with you though!

A date i think he'd have fun with is going to the mall together, getting boba and just walking around buying clothes and accessories

Which is something he can do now, since he spends most of his time in the underworld

You'll just have to hope that you don't get caught up by the paparazzi

Which is almost never the case, especially with him being JEFF. THE. KILLER.

If you do manage to have a nice time with just the two of you though, congrats!

Jane

I feel like Jane doesn't really enjoy the scene aesthetic

She's a very toned down person, so all of the accessories and loud music just kind of overstimulates her

But, its not like shes gonna make you dress any way

If you like the way you dress, then thats your choice and she respects that

She would like to watch you style your hair and do your makeup though

Shed find it intriguing, and she enjoys seeing how your styles differ

She might let you style her hair as well, but it would take a lot of convincing

She is very particular about her hair, and seeing all of the hairspray you put in yours, it would really make her uneasy

But if you did convince her, she'd be pleasantly suprised!

She'd want you to style her hair more often, because she discovered that the way you style it actually flatters her face shape very well

I feel like shed be open to going to a concert with you!

Just dont expect her to really do much

She'll be very busy just enjoying the music, she wont drink or really even dance much

If you are shorter than her, she will hold your hips and sway side to side with you to the beat

If you're taller than her, then she will stand in front of you, with your hands around her shoulders

Clockwork

I feel like she wouldn't really care that you're scene

In the nicest way possible

Like she just doesn't really care what you dress like, she loves you and thats all she knows

But if you wanted to ramble all about your fashion or music, shed be happy to listen!

Shed be the most willing (besides nina) to let you dress her up

She feels super cool once she gets all of the belts and chains around her waist

It gives her a sort of nostalgic feeling

She wasnt necessarily scene when she was younger, but she had the classic bangs and she wore mostly baggy jeans and band t-shirts

She is willing to let you do basically anything to her

If you wanna practice makeup on her, she will let you

If you wanna see how an outfit looks, she'll model it for you

Shes the most chill with doing whatever you wanna do

Like she will literally say yes to anything

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cyborg-franky · 1 year

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Going X-mas Shopping With One Piece Characters - Platonic

Did someone say they wanted some platonic things? well then! Going shopping with OP chars for their S/Os and you guys are best friends.

Ace

You’ve been friends with him for ages and you knew how flustered and panicked he could get no matter how he tried to come across as cool.

He wanted to get something for his partner and dragged you, his best friend along with him.

“So these are my ideas,” He started and soon listed off loads of things, you lost count of all of his plans and things he’d found for you.

It was sweet, honestly.

It was lovely seeing him so in love and just wanting to spoil his partner for Xmas.

But you did need to be the voice of reason.

He couldn’t buy you everything after all.

You drag him out for boba and try and recommend the things you personally think his partner would like the most.

Manage to calm him down, even help him pick some nice wrapping paper while your at it.

A fun yet, hectic day with Ace.

Marco

He seems to have it all planned out.

You met him for lunch, and he pays, as a thank you for coming so short notice to help him out.

He’s been so busy with work and he believes in finding gifts in person instead of online.

You are happy to help Marco, you’d do pretty much anything for your best friend.

You walk around the shops and he seems to know what he's looking for, he just enjoys having company and a second opinion.

Just because Marco mostly knows what he’s doing doesn't mean he doesn't get distracted by the odd shiny thing and his plans get a little derailed.

And that's where you step in, keep him on track or you’ll be in the store for far too long.

Marco has a habit of letting things get away with him after all.

You think Marco doesn’t need help and as much as he knows what his partner likes and wants it’s nice to have company and someone to keep him on track.

Sitting with a hot chocolate after hours of shopping together is also a plus.

UNDERCUT THATCH - LAW - KILLER

Thatch

Oh, he wants to buy his partner everything and anything and has a habit of buying complete crap with the best intentions.

He will 100% pick up everything he finds neat and buys it for his spouse.

That’s why he invites you, the lure of free dinner and his undying gratitude get you and you meet up with the energetic chef.

You had no idea Thatch could shop, you can feel your feet screaming at you as you follow him into yet another store.

It’s your job to tell your best friend that his partner does not need the novelty mug that has a rude word on the bottom.

Or the apron that is a naked man.

After the world's most hectic shopping trip you manage to make Thatch think about his choices more and he seems pleased with what he bought for his spouse.

That’s when he takes you to dinner and you can rest your screaming feet.

Law

He seems like the last person who would need help buying things for his partner but actually, the man is an anxious mess and is always this close to having an internal emotional breakdown whenever he’s in a busy shop [Me to baby]

So he asks you, feeling awkward and muttering under his breath.

You happily agree and arrange to meet.

Law is a nightmare going shopping with because he will pick up two almost identical things and stare at them debating which is better.

He doesn’t like to buy his partner lots of things, he likes to find one perfect and meaningful gift so it will take him an entire day.

So, bestie, get used to this.

He’ll give you lists of pros and cons for each different item and you will just need to add your input, which he listens to, considers, and goes back to staring between the two.

Eventually and thanks to you Law figures out what he wants to buy.

And then he takes you for coffee and you can’t wait to get out of the mall.

Killer

You get a message at 3 am from him asking you for help shopping tomorrow.

Killer never asks for help but he’s been struggling to get his ass in gear to go and buy something for his partner for ages.

And he’s running out of time.

You agree but also wish he wasn’t at your door at 9 am sharp.

You look a mess and he greets you, taking you to breakfast at the very least which helps you get ready for the day.

Shopping with Killer was great, everyone moved the fuck out of his way and it meant you could be cheeky and get some of your own shopping done too.

You really have to pry every cookbook from his hands as he gets distracted.

He knows what he wants, at least he’s in the right direction.

Killer just needs an extra opinion that isn’t Kid saying everything is ‘shit’ and cussing out wayward toddlers.

Once he knows what he wants he’s in and out in a flash though.

Thankfully.

And then off for a beer.

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Park Ji Bin, it turns out it was transgender...Lee Kwang-soo x Seolhyun Menbung ('High Seas' shopping list')

#The Killer\'s Shopping List

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library-of-ohara · 2 years

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Ohara Masterlist

Hello! Here is a master list of all the works created on Ohara during the month we have been open. Every writer is tagged/linked and if they have a k-o-f-i in case you would like to tip them we have included that also! Thank you!

Remember to give everyone a follow <3 Also, I've done some warnings [ie gender sfw/n.sfw] but pay attention to each authors warnings!]

KEY: GN - Gender Neutral Reader F - Female pronouns used M - Male prounouns used DFAB - Female bodied reader/ no pronouns DMAB - Male bodied reader/no pronouns

PART TWO

++Ann [@fire-fist-ann]++ Yandere Sabo [N/SFW - DFAB]

++Ares [@lawscorazon]++ [Tip Them Here <3] Sweet Tooth - Perospero [N/SFW/DFAB] Reunion - Kid [SFW GN] Sucking On Their Tits - Zoro [N/SFW-GN] Washing Machine Heart - Zoro [SFW-GN]

++Bee [@secretsnailor]++ [Tip Them Here <3] Foot Fetish - Zoro [N/SFW-GN] Spending A Day Together - Kid [SFW- GN ] Confessing Feelings - Deuce [SFW -GN] Yandere Marco [N/SFW-DFAB]

++Didi [@usopp-writes]++ Words of affirmation - Corazon [SFW - GN] Childhood friends to lovers - Franky [SFW-GN] Reader wearing sexy clothes for him - Izou [N/SFW-GN] Smut glorious smut - Izou [N/SFW-F] Bath time - Izou [SFW-GN] Helping stressed out reader - Law [SFW-GN] Comforting a depressed reader [SFW-GN] With reader who has dyslexia - Mihawk [SFW- F] Sengoku Losing Corazon [Canon/No ship] Shower Sex - Thatch [N/SFW - GN] Self Care Day - Thatch/Marco/Ace [SFW-GN] Accidental Boner - Thatch/Marco [N/SFW - GN] Reader taking a hit for them and dying - Thatch/Kid/Killer/Ace [SFW-GN] Reader wearing a necklace with their initial - Ace/Shanks/Rayleigh/Law [SFW-GN] The akazaya reacting to reader having a crush [SFW-GN] Comforting a reader - Roger/Rayleigh [SFW-GN] Reader fusisng over them after a big fight - Franky/Croc [GN-SFW] Helping reader with past trauma - Marco/Kid [GN-SFW] Reacting to reader being pregnant - Ace/Luffy/Sabo [SFW-DFAB] Reactions to reader rescuing kittens - Thatch x Izou poly [SFW-GN] How they cuddle/sleep - Haruta/Garp/Zoro/Whitebeard [SFW-GN] Reacting to a reader having a crush -Kid/Thatch/Smoker [SFW-GN]

++Eevee [@smoleeveewrites]++ Too Much - Ace [N/SFW- DFAB] The Look - Sabo [SFW-F]

++Franky [@cyborg-franky]++ [Tip Them Here <3]

Pokemon AU - Ace [SFW] Happy Birthday! - Ace [SFW-GN] One Night Stand - Ace [N/SFW-GN] Silly cute nicknames - Ace/Marco/Thatch [SFW-GN] Sharing a bed/sleep/cuddle with - Ace/Marco [SFW-GN] Love Rivals - Ace/Marco -poly- [SFW-GN] Ace didn't die AU - Ace and Sabo [SFW] Confessing Feelings - Deuce [SFW-GN] Hit with a 'Truth Truth' fruit - Law/Kid [SFW-GN] Reaction to reader getting a tattoo - Law [SFW-GN] Helping reader study - Law [SFW-GN] Pokemon AU - Marco [SFW] Getting an accidental boner - Marco/Thatch [N/SFW -GN] After an argument - Marco [SFW-GN] With a S/O who became immortal - Marco [SFW-GN] Reader with a huge crush on them - Marco [SFW-GN] Yandere Harpy Marco - [N/SFW- GN] Fighting over the same person - Sanj/Zoro [SFW-GN] Yandere Sabo - [N/SFW - DFAB] Reacting to self harm scars - Sanji [SFW-GN] Reacting to a reader who reads minds - Strawhats [SFW-GN] Spening a morning with - Thatch [SFW-GN] Reaction to being called 'pops' in bed - Whitebeard Pirates [N/SFW-GN] The Morning After - Whitebeard Pirates [N/SFW-GN] Holding Hands Headcanons - Whitebeard Pirates [SFW-GN] One Piece Chars Playing A Horror Game Grocery shopping headcanons -Law/Thatch/Sanji/Robin [SFW-GN]

++Lemon [@eustasssimp]++ [Tip Them Here <3] S/O gets kidnapped - Barto [SFW-GN] Fussing over an injury - Barto/Thatch [SFW-GN] Words of affirmation - Corazon [SFW-GN] Looking after a sick S/O -Corazon [SFW-GN] Quality time with s/o - Franky [SFW-GN] Comparing Hand sizes - Kid/Killer [SFW-GN] Having a fight with S/O -Kid/Killer [SFW-GN] Sharing the same bed -Kid/Thatch/Barto [SFW-GN] Having a sociable S/O - Kid [SFW-GN] After losing his arm - Kid [SFW-GN] Jealous headcanons - Kid [SFW-GN] Playing a horro game - Kid/Mihawk/Barto/Buggy [SFW] Taking a bath together - Kid [SFW-GN] With someone with an obvious crush - Kid/Thatch/Smoker [SFW-GN] Reader feels under appreciated - Mihawk [SFW-GN] Grocery shopping headcanons - Robin/Thatch/Sanji/Law [SFW-GN] With S/O who sews - Sanji/Perona [SFW-GN] Trying to show physical affection - Smoker [SFW-GN] Comfort headcanons - Smoker [SFW-GN] Handholding Headcanons - Strawhats/Whitebeards/Roger pirates [SFW-GN]

++Lale [@childofblackmaria]++

Sister reader platonic with - Ace/Sabo/Luffy [PLATONIC] With a S/O trained in martial arts - Corazon/Kid/Sabo/Smoker [SFW-GN] Accidental expositionist - Kaido [N/SFW-GN] Confessing feelings - The Akazaya [SFW-GN] Wake Up Alone - Rayleigh [SFW-GN] Moaning out the wrong name during sex - Roger/Rayleigh/Kaido/Garp [N/SFW-GN] Holding Hands - Roger/Rayleigh/Gaben [SFW-GN] Comforting reader with a heavy heart - Smoker [SFW-GN] Maid Cafe of DILFs Sharing A Bed - Yamato/Kiku/Denjiro [SFW-GN]

#ohara library #one piece x reader insert #one piece reader inserts #one piece x you #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #masterlist

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قائمة تسوق القاتل الحلقة 7

يمكنك الآن تحميل و مشاهدة مسلسل قائمة تسوق القاتل الحلقة 7 The Killer’s Shopping List ح7 كوري مترجم جودة عالية HD مشاهدة أونلاين على موقع سي دراما ( مسلسلات كورية) قصة المسلسل: شاب خجول يتمتع بذاكرة قوية ، رسب في امتحان الخدمة المدنية لمدة ثلاث سنوات عمل بدوام جزئي في متجر والدته في ضواحي سيول ، بدعم من والدته وصديقته. ليصلكم كل ما هو جديد من المسلسلات الكورية والمزيد تابعنونا على فيس بوك…

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On Air [Chapter Three] Talk Shop [Alastor]

Warning(s): consumption of meat, original female character, deal-making, sealed with a kiss, mentions of murder, manipulation, mixed emotions, jealousy, OC is a serial killer.

Tag list (please let me know who'd like to be added): @dndmaniac

No Minors Allowed!!

Alastor was, in Aelia’s opinion, beyond her expectations. While she was daunted by his predatory smile, as he sauntered around the rustic-styled kitchen, she noted how dapper he was, not only in appearance.

Each step he took was lively; from stirring the spices in a cast iron kettle, to expertly twirling his thin cane from one arm to the next as he cooked. Aelia was spellbound. But what made her feel this way?

She had never been fond of a man as much as she was of Alastor. His voice alone brought her comfort while she was alive and now that she had met him, Aelia was having a hard time controlling her urge to touch him. It drove her mad.

What was it about him? His voice? His mannerisms? It was like her body and mind were in perfect sync; weak for him. And no matter how much she tried to steal herself, the temptation was too much. Aelia wondered if this was how an addict felt.

Alastor certainly was not making matters easier for her with the sleeves of his bright red dress shirt rolled up to his elbows; he shed his pinstripe coat before he started to prep the kettle.

Aelia took an uneasy breath and clutched the handle of a double-bevel knife tight in her hand. The vèvès on her wrist, she noted, were still glowing. Was this Alastor’s doing? Turning her eyes to him, she watched him stir the kettle as he hummed, standing with his back to her.

“Ah ah ah,” Alastor chided, waving his finger in the air. “It's not polite to stare, my dear.”

Aelia felt her face heat up. How did he know?

“Do you have eyes on the back of your head?”

“Perhaps,” Alastor answered with a wide grin.

He was aware that Aelia had been on and off watching him since he ushered her into the kitchen. Whenever he would veer around to do something, her soft eyes would avert and she would return to the task he had given her of chopping green onions for a garnish.

Alastor turned and tucked his cane beneath his arm. The tilt of her brow, however, told him that Aelia was troubled. He leaned his head to the side in question.

“A penny for your thoughts.”

“It's nothing,” Aelia lied.

She did not want to tell the man she looked up to that she felt uncomfortable around him.

“I insist that you don't do that,” Alastor stated. His voice sounded much clearer now, then with a buzz it went back to the same old-time radio tone he always spoke in. “Level with me.”

Aelia swallowed the lump in her throat; her wings sank to the floor.

“I feel…uneasy in this body. I'm not sure if it's me, or because of the symbols around my wrist. It was you who put them there, was it not?”

She was an astute one. Alastor smiled widely. Raising his arm, he snapped his fingers. The

Alastor understood. With a wide grin, he snapped his fingers and the vèvès vanished. It was fine; he did not need them to be there anymore.

“How does that feel?”

Not any better, honestly. Aelia pouted.

“It's me.”

Alastor guffawed, and an ensemble of laughter followed. Her discomfort was delightful. Sinking into his shadow, he reappeared behind her and caged her in between the counter.

“Go on and sit down,” he ordered near her ear. Aelia shivered in response. Vanishing again, Alastor materialized on the other side of the counter. “I won't be long.”

Was that necessary? Her body felt like a surge of electricity had coursed through it. Stepping back without a word, she strode from the kitchen to the dining room and did as Alastor had instructed. As she waited for him, she sat at a deco walnut table with an antler centerpiece. It was going to be hard to keep her composer. At least for the moment, she could breathe easier.

However, the air went stiff the moment Alastor strolled in.

Setting the plates down, he took a seat across from her and then snapped his fingers. A set of silverware appeared on the table and the candles lining the centerpiece lit with a green supernatural glow.

Aelia waited for Alastor to start before she dug in, humming in delight as the spices invaded her taste buds.

“This is delicious.”

“It was my mother’s recipe,” Alastor retorted with pride.

Mostly. In his serving, he left the meat uncooked as per usual. It is how he liked it.

Aelia swallowed a bite of rice. She had never had Jambalaya before. Despite its spicy flavor, she rather liked it.

For the next 30 minutes, the two ate in silence. Then, once Alastor was full, he dabbed his mouth with a napkin and picked up his cane.

“Now we can talk shop.”

Aelia raised a curious brow and sat her fork down. What sort of business did he want to talk to her about?

“You mean your plans for me.”

Alastor grinned.

“Yes…well we shall see how this partnership pans out. First, it's a matter of an agreement.”

An agreement. What did he mean? Aelia watched as Alastor stood and strolled over to her.

“There is something you owe me; a small fee.”

Aelia felt faint. At the time, she did not realize what Alastor had wanted in return for her favor, but now that she was in Hell, she realized just who the man in front of her was.

He says ‘small fee’ as though it is just that.

“You’re a demon, aren't you?”

The smile on his face widened and from over his shoulder materialized a sinister-looking shadow.

“That is astute of you, my dear.”

“It makes sense,” Aelia admitted. Her wings sunk to the floor. “No angel asks someone to kill for them.”

She did not think much of it at first. The people she killed deserved it; child abusers and murderers. In the end, though, she was also a murderer and wound up in Hell for her actions.

“I owe you my soul.”

Alastor clapped, taking her off guard.

“Delightful. Your soul you do officially owe me but I must say, you went beyond expectations for me, my dear, and for that, I will offer you a stipulation. Either way, you are mine.”

Aelia felt her heart race. She wasn't certain if it was because he was being lenient with her, or because he claimed her as his own, but she was grateful.

“What will become of my soul?”

Alastor leaned his cane forward and tapped her head with it.

“Nothing, so long as you follow my words.”

He spun the cane around and shoved it into her face. The single eye on the microphone blinked and then spoke.

“What do you say?”

Aelia was in shock.

“Um…I–”

“Don't forget your stipulation,” Alastor reminded her.

A stipulation. What could she ask for? Aelia tightened her jaw. She already got what she wanted; freedom from her tragic life.

“I just want to be with you…to stand with you.”

Alastor smiled wide. This could not have gone better in his opinion. Twirling his cane, he tucked it beneath her chin. The light around them tinted to an ethereal green.

“Do we have a deal?”

Aelia shook her head, and then to her shock, Alastor stepped forward and pressed his lips against hers. She trembled in elation, then closed her eyes, unaware that a glowing green chain had materialized around her neck, and then faded. Her mind was much too occupied. Not able to control her urge to taste him, she tried to deepen the kiss, but Alastor pulled away.

“The bank’s closed, bèt kay (pet).”

It would be in her best interest not to do that again.

Aelia apologized in shame. She felt a bit dirty.

Alastor took her napkin and dabbed his mouth with it, then tucked his cane beneath his arm.

“Come along, there is something I want to show you.”

Aelia stood and walked close behind Alastor as he led her through the living room to a studio of sorts. Upon further investigation, she realized that it was a broadcast booth. Was this how Alastor contacted her?

Sitting on a plush couch, he handed her a sheet of paper, encouraging her with a wave of his hand to read it. A list of names was elegantly scribbled down, some with marks through them and some with crude nicknames. Whoever Vox was, the clout-chasing mediocre video podcast, Alastor cared little for.

There was, however, a familiar name on the list.

“Miss Rosie is on here.”

Alastor hummed.

“Those are the names of Overlords, powerful Demons that reside in Pentagram City. I too am one, you see.”

Was he? Aelia widened her eyes.

“And the names that are marked out?”

“Finished off,” Alastor answered with a sinister smile. The gleam in his eyes insinuated that he had something to do with them.

But why?

“They couldn't have been easy to kill,” Aelia stated.

Alastor hummed, shrugging his shoulders as though it was no problem.

“Overlords are as only strong as the number of souls they own. We make deals with the sinners who reside in Hell and in some cases, humans.”

That was no easy feat, however. In Aelia’s case, he could not leave Hell, so he had to coax her into doing as he asked. The radio was a long shot, but due to it being an antique from his time, in addition to it belonging to him while he was alive, he was able to contact her. The turn of events surprised even him.

A twinge of jealousy overtook Aelia. She did not understand what came over her.

“I reckon based on your strength that I am not the first human you have made a deal with.”

Alastor narrowed his eyes.

“You are the first, bèt kay (pet) whose soul I have not torn apart and broadcasted on my radio broadcast. But that can change, so be respectful of the rules.”

Aelia paled. She was not aware.

“Yes sir.”

“In any case,” Alastor furthered. “There is a series of projects I am passionate about. It's time to initiate them, and the first involves you.”

Her. Aelia felt a bit uneasy. Her wings sank to the floor.

“Does it involve the names on this list?”

“Perhaps.” Alastor paused to pluck the list from her hand. “But we can sweat the details tomorrow on our outing. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a welcome back broadcast to rehearse.”

Aelia perked up. She did not want to nag him, but honestly, she did not want to leave his side either.

“May I listen?”

Alastor widened his eyes in pride. He knew there was a reason he favored Aelia. Whether it be because she adored him or because she found his discussions tasteful, she did not dismiss him.

“Sit, and if you value your soul, you will not make a sound.”

Aelia was ecstatic. Her wings lifted and spread as she closed her mouth and pretended to lock them. She made herself comfortable beside Alastor and watched him fondly as he prepared.

This was something he was passionate about and she was more than eager to share this moment with him.

#hazbin hotel fandom #alastor x oc #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor hazbin hotel #original female character #murderer oc #Spotify

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rumblebat · 2 years

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The poll was fair so here is your precious Kidd x reader! Please read the CW before reading! 💋 word count: 9,455

❗ CW | mention of mental health issues, alcohol abuse, language, s*xual abuse

please do not repost or rewrite my fanfictions, just reblog/request/share them instead! i appreciate your visit!

You and the rest of the pirates arrived at a small town, each house was covered in snow. The warm feeling this gave you was nostalgic. This was your home. This was your island. Nothing has changed since you left all those years ago.

Kidd glared over at you, noticing your joyous face. He looked away quickly before your eyes can meet his. Killer stepped in front of the captain, getting your full attention.

"If you don't mind," The large blonde started, "I know of a small pasta restaurant in this town. We can all go." He tried to hide the excitement in his voice. It worked, but only a little. Kidd started at him, slowly rolling his eyes, and waved him off.

"Fine, I don't give a damn, this is [y/n]'s home anyway. If any of you idiots decide to mess around and fuck stuff up without my say so. I'll personally hunt you down a kill you. Got it?!" The men nodded and quickly made their way into the village. Each of them had a list of supplies to search for.

As for you, Killer, and Kidd; made your way through the town, getting small stuff on the way to the restaurant. You and Killer shared a few laughs here and there. Your eyes glittered happily as the lights grew brighter with every shop you looked into. The village you stayed at was small, but each mason and tier that housed each shop brought back many memories for you. You would tell the large men behind you the meaning and the stories of each shop. Kidd, not seeming so interested in the stories at all, softened his expression. Noting how happy this makes you, returning to where you came from.

Killer would slightly cut you off from time to time to ask you small questions. Kidd didn't seem to like that; "Hey!" He scolded softly, startling you and shutting the blonde up, "I get that you're interested in the stories [y/n] is sayin', but let them at least finish it, huh?.." This shocked not only Killer but you. Since when was he so interested, let alone polite when it comes to others? Ah, you're his crewmate. That's why. "Hey!" He shouted at you, waving his hand in your face, "Are you going to continue or what? I'm starting to get hungry here!"

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and nodded, smiling warmly at him, "Ah, sorry cap'n!" He blinked and looked to the side, slightly blushing in anger. "Whatever..just keep fucking talking, shrimp!" You nodded your head and turned around leading them to the restaurant. Pointing to shops, answering Killer's questions, and telling nostalgia-filled stories until something stopped you in your tracks.

Killer stopped a few inches behind you, the same with Kidd. You felt your whole body go cold. The only thing you honestly hoped to not see here were your ex-crewmates. The memories of your old captain and you having a slight fling were lost in the deepest part of your mind. You wanted to forget all that... Foreplay that eventually leads to other things, thinking of it made your stomach do flips. Of course, at the time you were okay with it, but eventually, you started to understand that he would spread lies and gossip about your privacy to the other men. Leading them to ask you to come and warm their beds. In short, you had enough of the slander and were seeing yourself off but was stopped. Your captain, drunker than days, came to you.

"What's wrong with ya? I thought we talked about you leaving the crew and me. You're not going anywhere, right?" He hissed softly, trying to act as worried and sad as possible. You gritted your teeth and took a few steps back, "I don't want to be here anymore. I'm tired of being treated like a slave! I'm a pirate, not a person to pass around!" You growled in anger. Your captain was not pleased with this at all. The guilt tripping didn't seem to work, and he quickly noticed that minus his drunken state. Quickly, he grabbed ahold of your shirt, slamming you to the wall and onto the floor. You were too stunned to act, your breath quickly left your lungs.

'This can't end this way, I can't die like this! I can't die like this!!" You spat in his face, thrashing as much as you can trying to break free of his grip. He straddled you, his weight almost seeming like it was too much for you to handle. He quickly grabbed both of your wrists with one of his hands but failed. You took that as a chance to quickly grabbed the bottle he had and smash it against his head. Sending the man to fall on his side. You laid there for a few seconds to catch your breath, then quickly hopped to your feet and headed for the upper deck. The crewmates were too distracted by the noise and ran to the room where the unconscious captain lay. Your running start was enough for you to grab a small dingy off the side of the boat, drop down into the sea, and hastily paddle away. But of course, the men saw what had happened and quickly started to fire everything they had at you. You paddled as much as you could, all this noise could attract a starving beast, but before you were in the clear. A canon ball managed to nick your dingy and send you flying. What a way to go, huh?

Everything after that seemed so fuzzy, all you remembered was being dragged out of the water and loud talking. When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a loud, flaming redhead. Later down the line, he became your new captain; after heavy trust exercises of course.

(but back to the story)

Your eyes met your old captain. He glared at you but soon did a double take. "Weeell~" He purred, "If it isn't my old crewmate, how is everything [y/n]?~" He strolled over to you, not minding the men behind you. "What 'cha doing back here? Did you miss us?" You didn't say anything. "Not talking? Are you scared or something? We all honestly thought you died...frankly, everyone in the village thought you died. At least that's what we told them.~" You gritted your teeth, anger started to bubble in your chest. Before you could say anything, two hands were placed on each of your shoulders.

"Killer, I don't know about you, but it seems like these assholes are giving our crewmate a hard time," Kidd smirked mischievously, Killer did nothing but give a slow nod. "Hey, if I were you...I'd take your lousy crew and leave." Kidd glared down at the old captain, who only laughed and stepped closer. This caused the two men to pull you back behind them.

"And what if I don't?" Your old captain mocked. Kidd's eye twitched in annoyance. "No worries then," Kidd began, "I'll just have to sick my men on you...and your pathetic crew. Killer, why don't you give this man a small taste of what the Kidd Pirates can do."

Killer's heavy footsteps crunched on the snow-covered pavement. Kidd turned around and placed you under his arm, leading you back to the ship. "Let Killer handle those idiots. Those fools picked the wrong crew to mess with." You didn't say anything but looked over your shoulder, seeing a glistening spray of blood on the fresh snow. Quickly, you turned your head. "Now...tell me why you just stopped talking? What the hell did those guys do to you?" You blinked, slightly grabbing ahold of your shirt, and let out a shaky breath. Soon, once you managed to mustard up the courage. You told your captain all of it, everything, and every last detail. This wasn't the story he necessarily wanted to hear from you or his crewmate.

"For a captain to take advantage of his crewmate like that, is sickening...I'm calling my men back." He stood up in a huff and turned, stomping out of the room and onto the main deck. He yelled out loudly to each of his men. "Alright!! Now that I have your attention. Imma need every last one of you to find a certain captain that resides on this island. Killer is already scaring him. If you find Killer, have him lead you to the body. Beat him to the brink of death, find the rest of his crew, and do the same! And hey, if they manage to try and bribe you with any treasure. Take it and kill them!! He hurt one of us, it's time for a little bit of payback, yeah?" The men he managed to gather from his grew cheered and race off to savagely hunt. Heat and Wire were left, placing all the supplies they found in the storage room.

"Imma need you two to go with Killer and destroy that man's ship. Burn it and don't leave a damn trace, got it?" Heat nods his head, sending off a wave before he leaves. "Wire...make sure they have it done in a good time. I want to leave this damn place before it causes us more trouble." The tall man nods and follows Heat. Kidd looks back at you, his face was still annoyed and pissed as ever, but he softened it as much as he can.

"What happened, wasn't right. That man is paying for what he did. Now that you're here and on my crew. I'll keep you safe, I'm sure you can handle yourself," He sat down beside you, sighing softly as he relaxed, "but sometimes... it's okay to let other people handle something. Take care of yourself for a bit alright? I don't need you moping around and such in my sight! Take care of yourself, damn it!! And that's an order!.." He barked loudly. Slowly, shifting his gaze over to you. Seeing your slight nod pained him for some reason. "Damn it all...man-" He growled lowly and pulled you into his arm. Shocking you, but soon you melted into the hug and softly cried into it. "Your health of all kinds is important to us...don't feel bad about anything. You're safer now, please...please.." He nuzzled into your neck, "Just take as long as you need. You're a pirate...but you're also one of us, now and forever."

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A nonexhaustive list of creepypasta x reader ideas ive had over the years and will never write. Please feel free to steal them and write them.

Red Eye

Coffee shop + slender mansion au. Yn is a lone night shift barista. The creepypasta(s) of your choice comes in every night for a red eye right before closing. Gotta fuel up before chasing down idiots who wandered in the woods.

Anyone whos worked customer service has felt a little homicidal before. After weeks of dealing with a shitty customer who management has done nothing about, yn takes matters into their own hands. By smashing their head in with a stovetop expresso maker. The creepypasta sees this though yn is unaware. Expecting them to be like any other human, the pasta thinks the next time the shop’s open yn wont be there. They’ll probably turn themselves in. Whatever.

But there’s no break in business for investigation and yns working there the next night. Upon realizing yn cleaned up the scene and is going on like nothing happened, the pasta’s interest is thoroughly peaked. Especially when another shithead customer gets brained a few weeks later. Realizing there’s a new serial killer in town, the pasta is more than interested but infatuated.

Dead by Daylight

Slender mansion au + Splendorman

Slenderman had proxies that hunted and killed but what about Splendorman? Had always been the opposite of his stuffy older brother. When visiting after his domain collapses, he brings along his proxies. To which slender’s housemates/proxies were unaware existed.

Splendor’s proxies are different. They don’t kill to feed him. They survive to feed him. Splendor puts them in near constant mortal peril for his own entertainment and sustenance. Be it randomly spawning them in the wilderness, sending random attackers after them, or straight up slicing off limbs. Most of his proxies don’t last a week. But yn has for years. Grizzled and exhausted, yn is a ruthless survivalist. They to keep the others alive but those stupid assholes never listen. There’s maybe one or two other proxies but they’re just this weeks cannon fodder.

Splendor convinces Slender to let their proxies play. AKA “Hey! Your proxies should hunt mine down and try to kill them! Who ever has the best proxies wins this (slenders domain). Wouldn’t that be funny!” Except the game is contained to be only inside the vast slender mansion.

Fun dynamics ensue. Cat and mouse. Splendor has a time out twice a day for a few minutes. Which really makes things awkward when a pasta is about to kill yn and they have to let them go because breaking the rules on their end means death. Ensue awkwardly eating lunch in the same room after trying to kill eachother. Okay, time outs over. Yns already gone.

A rivalry esc romance blossoms from there. They def hatefuck.

Meat Is Me

EJ x reader

Life hadn’t gone the way you wanted. Now you were working as a mortuary assistant. Work was gruesome but not that bad. Until money gets tight at work and you’re alone, finishing cleaning up after the boss went home. Strange people come into the mortuary, family, with fists full of cash to spend just another hour with their loved one alone.

Afterward, you don’t think that was a family member but you’ve made one month’s rent in a single night. He keeps coming back. He tells other freaks. They come in the night when you’re alone. You have to hide the things they do to the bodies from your boss. Sometimes they take pieces. But at least your pockets are well lined. It was almost worth it until he came in.

He hid his face. You thought he was more shameful than the other necro-freaks. When you go to check on the body after he’s had his time with it. Fuck. He’d re-opened the chest cavity you so skillfully sewn shut post-autopsy. Everything was fucking gone. Worst of all? He skipped on paying you.

You manage to hide it from the boss. But he keeps coming back. He keeps taking more and more. You can’t go to the cops about him skimping your cash, you weren’t doing the most legal shit either. But you were too pussy to do anything about it. Especially after you walked in on one of his sessions and found a gray-fleshed monster eating strings of tendon from the body.

How the hell are you going to get out of this one?

The Archive

Just a magnus archive au where yn is John and the creepypastas are the fears. Think about it ok.

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta fic #creepypasta headcannons #rea talks #writing #not minor safe #eyeless jack

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